It gets harder and harder, Lorraine, to believe in magic

“It’s gorgeous and tragic and funny in the way that terrible things said honestly can sound funny,” he writes. And he resonates with how the song “is about being a pariah and losing hope and how sad this world can be.”

McFarlane highlights the lyrics, so let me say something about how the music embodies them in a way that just slays me.

We meet poor Lorraine: G, C9, D, D(sus4). Bad things happen to her, but she strums on: G, C9, D, D(sus4). Lorraine takes everything the world can throw at her. She has every reason in the world to break down, to give up, to stop.

And then we hear this again: G, C9, D, D(sus4); G, C9, D, D(sus4) …

She just. Keeps. Going. And it’s beautiful.

Speaking of Patty Griffin, here’s a bit of a mystery regarding her never-released album Silver Bell. All of those spammish song-lyric sites including the following lyrics as a bridge in her grinding, bluesy song “Perfect White Girls”:

If you kiss their asses long enough They might let you kiss their asses If you kiss their asses long enough They might let you kiss their asses.

That’s a terrific description of the corporate ladder, or of the 1 percent, or of The Powers That Be, or of pretty much any hierarchy anywhere.

Somewhere there must be high school seniors who want to use those lines as their yearbook quotes. And it seems like they’re something speakers ought to quote in commencement addresses. But who should we attribute them to? Patty Griffin? Or some online mischief-maker?